WILDWOOD WAYS 



ecstasies of brilliant speech, such tinkling 

 of fairy laughter as the wood had never 

 yet seen. Brave revels have the little 

 people of the forest under the moon of 

 midsummer night, no doubt, but never 

 could they show such royal, dainty splen- 

 dor as their own trees did this midwinter 

 day when the sun shone in upon them 

 after the ice storm. 



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